Tiichi
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Morty, who was tall and strong, but also incredibly stupid. He is so stupid that his big feet always step on the sweet milk or cheese bowl that his mother put on the ground to cool down. He always breaks, knocks over or breaks things, and his father finally has to say to him, "Morty, here are 50 silver coins we have accumulated over the years. Take them to make a living." If you can, you can make a fortune by them. "
So, one spring morning, Morty put his thick cane on his shoulder early in the morning and set off. As he walked, he sang happily alone.
He walked one journey after another, and the trip went very smoothly. Finally, on a hot night, he came to a city and went into the traveler's inn or hotel to spend the night. You must know that an inn is usually just a big square surrounded by high walls, and an open-air colonnade is built around the square along the wall for people and animals to rest. There may be several rooms in the tower in the corner of the square for those who are too rich and arrogant to sleep with their camels and horses. Of course, Morty is a country boy who has lived with Niu Er all his life, and he is neither rich nor arrogant, so he just borrowed a bed from the hotel owner, put it next to an old buffalo that reminds him of his home, and fell asleep five minutes later.
In the middle of the night, he felt someone rummaging around him. When he woke up, he reached into his pillow and found that his wallet had been stolen. He got up quietly and began to wander around to see if anyone was awake. Although he deliberately fell on several people and livestock to wake them up, he didn't meet anyone who might be a thief, so he walked around in vain in the shadow of the arches around the whole inn. He was about to give up the idea of catching a thief when he overheard two people whispering, one of whom was laughing softly. Peeking from behind a pillar, he saw two Afghan horse dealers counting money from his purse, and then Morty went back to sleep.
In the morning, Morty followed the two Afghans out of the city and came to the horse market. Their horses are waiting for sale there. He chose the most beautiful horse among those horses, then went to the horse and said, "Is this horse for sale? Can I try? " Two businessmen agreed. He climbed onto the horse's back, touched his heel and galloped away. Morty had never ridden a horse in his life, so he put his arms around the horse's neck in a panic and let the horse gallop freely with his legs. Soon, the horse suddenly galloped and ran straight back to the inn where it had spent the night in recent days.
"Great." Morty rode his horse and ran into the inn gate, thinking. The horse ran to the stable and stopped automatically. Morty immediately turned off the horse, then jumped up, tied the horse and asked for some breakfast. Soon, two Afghans came running out of breath to ask for the horse.
"What do you mean?" Morty cried, his mouth full of rice. "That's my horse. I bought it from you for 50 silver coins. It's a good deal, I'm sure! "
"Nonsense! This is our horse. " An Afghan replied, untie the reins.
"Stop it," cried Morty, grabbing his cane. "If you don't let go of my horse, I'll break your's head! You thieves! I know you guys! You stole my money last night, so it's only fair that I come to lead your's horse today! "
Now, the two Afghans are beginning to feel a little uneasy. It seems that Morty has made up his mind to detain the horse, so they decided to sue him. So they ran to the king and accused Morty of stealing one of their horses, and they didn't want to return it or pay for it.
Soon, a soldier came to summon Morty to see the king. When he arrived at the palace and saluted the king, the king began to ask him why he was riding his horse in such a hurry. Morty claimed that he bought the horse with 50 silver coins, but the two horse dealers swore that they got the money from selling other horses. In a word, the debate has become confusing. The king thought that Morty really stole the horse, so he finally said, "Well, I'll tell you what I'm going to do about it. I'm going to lock something in this box in front of me. If Mo is right, the horse will belong to him. If he is not right, then the horse will belong to you. "
Morty agreed. The king stood up and walked out of a small door at the back of the court alone. Soon he brought something wrapped in cloth under his robe, slipped it into the box, locked it and put it where everyone could see it.
"Now," the king said to Morty, "guess!"
Coincidentally, when the king opened the door behind him, Morty noticed a garden outside. Before the king came back, he began to wonder what he could find in the garden that was small enough to fit in that box. "Will it be a fruit or a flower? No, it's not a flower, because the king holds it too tightly. Then it must be a fruit or a stone. No, not a stone, because he won't wrap a dirty stone in his beautiful and clean clothes. Then it must be a fruit! And it's not very fragrant fruit, otherwise he will be afraid that I will smell it. So what kind of fruit is not fragrant in this season? If I can figure this out, I can guess this mystery! "
As mentioned earlier, Morty is a country boy who often works in his father's garden. He is familiar with all the common fruits, so he thinks he should be able to guess. In order not to make his guess too easy, he stared at the ceiling with a puzzled face, then put his finger on his forehead and looked down at the ground, then looked at the king with his eyes and said slowly, "That's a round and red pomegranate that has just been picked!" "
The king knows nothing about fruits except that they are delicious, and whenever he wants to eat any fruit all year round, someone will make sure that he can eat the desired fruit. Therefore, for him, Morty's guess is a miracle, which not only clearly proves his wisdom, but also clearly proves his innocence, because it is a pomegranate that he put in the box. Of course, when the king was amazed and praised Morty's wisdom, others echoed it. When the two Afghans were dejected and despondent, Morty got the horse and became the king's man.
Morty continued to live in that inn. On a stormy night not long after, he returned to the inn and found his precious horse lost. There is nothing left except a broken reins, and no one knows what happened to the horse. Morty asked everyone who might know, then grabbed the rope and his big cane and set off for the horse. He followed the footprints of horseshoes in the mud, walked out of the city and walked into a nearby forest. Soon, it was getting late, but Morty walked on aimlessly. When night fell, he suddenly met a tiger devouring his horse with relish.
"You thief!" Morty shouted and ran forward. The tiger was surprised and the bones in his mouth fell off. Click! Morty hit him face to face, until the tiger was almost out of breath and could not see. Morty kept fighting, and in the end, the poor tiger couldn't even stand up. Then, the man who hit it tied the cut-off reins around its neck and dragged it back to the inn.
"You stole my horse," he said. "It's only fair that I want you!" He tied the tiger's head and four feet firmly, just like he used to tie a horse. At that time, the night was already deep. He lay down beside the tiger and fell asleep.
Pianji
You can't imagine how scared the people in the inn are when they wake up and find a tiger (although it was beaten to death, it was a tiger after all) firmly tied between them and their livestock! People were talking loudly and screaming in groups, blaming the innkeeper for not letting such a dangerous beast into the inn. The boss is as scared as anyone else. The tiger looked at people miserably and blinked, but Morty stretched himself out and lay there snoring like thunder. Nobody dares to go near that place.
Finally, the news that Morty traded his horse for a live tiger reached the king's ears. He is dubious about this rumor. So the monarch went to see if it really happened. Finally, someone woke Morty up and told him that His Majesty had arrived. He sat up with a yawn, and soon he told his experiences and showed off his new property in high spirits. However, the king did not share his happiness at all, but called a soldier and shot the tiger. Except Motti, all the guests in the inn were greatly relieved. If the king used to believe that Morty was the cleverest man, he now believes that Morty is the bravest man. He increased his salary by a hundredfold, making our hero feel that he is the luckiest person in the world.
A week or two after this incident, the king sent for Morty. Mo mentioned the palace and found your majesty very desperate. The king explained that a monarch in a neighboring country declared war on him. His soldiers were much more than himself, and he was at his wit's end. He had neither money to dredge nor enough soldiers to fight. What should we do?
"If there is nothing else, then you don't have to worry," Morty said. "Gather your people together and I will go to the front with them. We will soon sober up the robber. "
Hearing these hopeful words, the king pulled himself together again, took Morty to the stable and told him to choose a horse he liked. There were many horses in the stable. To the king's surprise, Morty chose a poor pony like a little mouse to transport fodder and water for other horses.
"Why did you choose that horse?" Said the king.
"Ah, you see, your majesty," replied Morty, "I'm likely to fall off my horse, so if I choose to be marooned, I'll fall from a very high height, and I may break my leg or arm, or I'll break my neck. If I fall off the back of this pony, I won't be hurt. "
Morty looked very funny when he rode that horse to war. The weapon he carried was his cane. He tied a big stone to each of his ankles to help him keep his balance on horseback. When he stepped on the pony, the stone almost hit the ground. Except for him, the king's cavalry is not many, but they are wearing armor and riding a big horse, strutting forward. They were followed by a large group of infantry equipped with various weapons, and the king and his attendants who were very nervous and uneasy walked at the end of the whole team. In this way, the army set out.
The road they had to catch was not very far, but Moti's pony was carrying a heavy man and two big stones, so it soon fell behind the cavalry. The infantry just didn't want to go into battle too early, so they stalled and gave him a lot of time to keep him from falling behind the infantry. The young man walked more and more slowly, until the horse was so slow that he was really impatient, so he hit it hard with a cane, which made the horse completely lose his temper and fly. First, a stone was loosened, which stirred up a stream of dust and rolled to the side of the road. Morty almost fell off his horse, too, but he bravely grabbed the horse's unkempt mane, threw away his cane and hugged it desperately. Then, fortunately, the other stone also fell from his other foot and rolled into a nearby valley. Before the cavalry running in front almost had time to give way, Morty threatened the pony with a loud voice and rushed up: "You wait for me to catch you! I will skin you alive, break your neck and break every bone! " The cavalry thought these terrible words were for the enemy, so they were full of admiration for his courage. The whirlwind whimpering past the cavalry surprised many war horses. After a few minutes, after a brief rush, screaming and kicking, the whole army swooped forward with Morty.
Morty continued to run wildly in front of him. Soon, he ran to a large castor field. Those castor beans are 10 to 12 feet high, tall and dense, but green and flexible. Morty wanted to jump off the fierce horse, so in the process of galloping, he grabbed a castor tree and pulled it up by the roots. He waved the whole small tree-like castor that he held tightly in his hand and continued to rush forward.
The enemy marched in battle formation on the grassland, and their king was full of confidence and led them happily. At this moment, a rider suddenly ran from the front.
"Your Majesty!" He cried, "Run! The enemy is coming! "
"What do you mean?" Said the king.
"oh, your majesty!" The spy panted, "Run away, there is no time to waste. The enemy running at the front is a crazy giant, and he is rushing in. He waved a tree as a stick, was angry, shouted and rushed forward:' Wait, let me catch you! I will skin you alive, wring your neck and break every bone!' The others followed him on horseback. You retreated before this devastating whirlwind hit. "
Just then, Morty rushed out of a cloud of flying dust and rushed over from a distance. Compared with the pony he rode, he really looked like a giant. He waved the castor tree, which looked like an oak tree from a distance, and his abuse and roar came from the wind! Behind him, the flying dust rolled in with the thunderous pounding of hooves, and the cold light of steel knives shone from time to time inside. The scene and the sound made the king tremble with fear. He turned his horse's head and ran away as fast as he could. In his heart, he always felt that a large group of giants were barking at him, and the whole army ran away with him. A fat officer couldn't keep up with that crazy escape. When Morty ran to catch up with him, he was so scared that he fell to his knees. For Morty's excited pony, the excitement was too much. It suddenly took a few steps back, making Morty fly out of its head like a rocket, and landed right on the fat enemy.
Morty got up quickly, waved the castor tree over his head and shouted:
"your people run to where go to? Bring them up. I'll kill them all. My troops! Come on, all of you! Where is King your? Bring him to me. All my elite soldiers have come up, and every one of us can uproot trees, wipe you all to the ground, and raze your's houses, towns and anything else! Say it quickly! "
The poor fat officer could do nothing but kneel on the ground, clutching his hands and panting. At last, he caught his breath. Morty sent him to bring their king and told him to tell him that if he was reasonable, he would spare his life. The poor man was led away, and when the troops on Morty's side had already caught up, discharged their positions and made their own side look strong and invincible, the fat officers came back with their king. The king was very humble and full of apologies, promised never to start a war again, and agreed to pay a large sum of compensation. In a word, the conqueror would do anything.
In this way, the troops of both sides went home happily. This incident really made the clumsy Morty rich. He lived a long life, and he managed to make everyone admire him as a source of wisdom, bravery and caution except his relatives. His relatives will never understand what he did, which made people think that he was much smarter than others.